Every once in a while an event takes place that helps you see what’s going on more clearly. What you see is not always good, as was the case this morning when I dropped my coffee.
You all know, friends, that I’ve got a mild Starbucks coffee habit. If you don’t, go ask one of the baristas with which I am on first name basis (Shouts to Diary, Sonia, Shinny, Peter & Remy) and they’ll confirm it. They all know my order and sometimes have it ready before I finish paying. This is sometimes a good thing, but most likely not great in the “grand scheme.”
The morning pattern in the Rose house runs something like this. Chris gets up early and works his ass off working out for a few hours, then I get up with the dog. While Chris and I get him ready for his day he inevitably asks “Do you need a coffee? I’ve got a few minutes if we hurry.” to which I sometimes give that confused look that either means “Coffee? Me? Well, I hadn’t thought about it.” or “What’s your deal? Why are you even asking? Why are you playing games?!” after which we bundle everyone up and head out the door with the dog in tow.
Chris heads off walking Rumble so the poor dog (?) can do his morning business and I toddle off to Starbucks where I order the. exact. same. thing. every. day. And they know it. Once in a while when Chris hasn’t had enough breakfast or on a weekend, I append his order to mine. Which causes confused looks (Hi Shinny). We then meet up somewhere between Starbucks and home where I take the dog and head upstairs while Chris runs for the SkyTrain.
This is where today’s tragedy happened. Rumble and I get to the front door and there’s 2 dogs at the curbside doing what they do and a lady with a fuzzy little dog coming to the door. Rumble’s all confused/amazed/surprised/excited by this and is trying to play with/eat them all. I’m digging for my keys with my right hand (thumb aching as usual) and coffee & leash in the left (which is fine).
All of a sudden Rumble zigs or zags or something and down goes the cup, which being made of paper and a bit of plastic, immediately pops it’s top and spills all over right outside the front door. And of course the building cleaning lady is standing right there while this happens. Luckily the coffee didn’t land on any dogs or people!
Rumble was not the least bit remorseful and barely even scared. I pick up my cup and leave some dignity on the ground and head upstairs. This is when the realizations happened.
I was processing my grief when I suddenly realized I was processing my grief. Over a cup of coffee. I couldn’t believe I dropped it, I was angry with the dog, I told myself I could cope and get another one, I was sad that I lost it and finally decided to suck it up and head to Starbucks again. Once I was done with the 5 stages I started to think about what had happened and how I felt about it. I mean, it’s just a cup of coffee, but it really affected me. There were no tears or anything even close to that, but to be that upset over an accident of no consequence was a little disheartening.
It all coincides with the new plan that Chris and I have been working toward which includes eating WAY healthier. Green or fruit smoothies for breakfast, something healthy for lunch and dinner. We’ve done really well with this the last few weeks having brown or white rice for most dinners (Pizza snuck in last week) along with various types of fish or chicken preparations. I can’t say it’s fresh fish, but none of it is heavily breaded or battered.
So, I think that’s it. I really need to stop the coffee habit in the mornings. Not just to prevent spillage, but because I’ve got a (first world) problem. Wish me luck. I have some Dino Kale we’re going to try out tomorrow morning!
PS: Being a Starbucks regular helped. I got to line jump and got special treatment. They didn’t have to, but they’re awesome and they did it!
Yep – I’m still alive and haven’t forgotten how to blog. I’ve just been busy. Back soon!
Like Rebecca Black said: “It’s Friday.” If you don’t know what I mean, listen to this:
Yeah, it makes me cry too.
Friday rocked. Having finished with the cleaning and organizing, we finally got to the “cation” part of our “stay-cation” and decided to head up to the Capilano Suspension Bridge, which is a bit like returning to the scene of the crime.
Back in 2005, around the time we first started going out (Holy shit – it’s been almost 7 years!) I returned from Arizona on January 1 or 2, and our first “date” upon my return was a trip to Capilano. Chris was a little horrified to be seen with me, I think, as I’d let my step-mother bleach my hair while away. It was a cold day (for Vancouver in January) but bright and sunny. We were excited because not only did we have fun, but we got the BC resident deal and could go back as often as we wanted for a year.
We went once more.
Capilano Suspension Bridge Cliffwalk
Spring forward 6 1/2 years and we’re back. This past summer they opened the Cliffwalk adventure. Near the end, I realized that they had an educational theme about the importance of water in nature sprinkled throughout.
Cliffwalk is a semi-circular bridge stuck to the side of a cliff 300 feet or meters (I forget) over the river below. There’s a really cool video on YouTube about the challenges of making it. It’s worth a watch. Along the way you are treated to some small signs about how the valley was formed by rivers, and water cracks the stone. Very informative if you notice them. I didn’t.
So that’s Chris, hanging out high above the valley floor. At various points they have clear super-strong glass panels to walk out on. It really feels like you’re floating.
We also checked out Raptor Ridge (one bird, does not an attraction make) and the TreeTop Adventure, which is a really cool series of bridges suspended between the trees.
After making our way home, we basically decided we’d had enough, and I wasn’t feeling that good. So bad that I actually took a nap. I don’t nap. Whether it’s 10 minutes or an hour, after I nap I wake up all fuzzyheaded, disoriented and useless (no comments) so when I do decide I need a nap, it’s a bit of a deal.
By the time I was feeling better, Chris was on the decline. We usually work like that. One is sick, the other is better. Then we switch. Not usually within minutes, but you know.
So, we had a quiet evening at home watching TV, playing with computers, iPads and the dog, which was fine.
As I write this, it’s Saturday morning. Rumble dragged me out just before 7am and I stayed up to try to get things done. Other than some blogging, nothing much has happened, but we have a plan! We’re off to Stanley Park as soon as Chris and I muster up the energy to shower. Harder than it sounds, but the weather is enticing!
So Wednesday dawned, so did Thursday. As I write this on Saturday, neither Chris nor I are exactly clear what happened on these days. But here’s what we do know…
We finished cleaning up. Everything was returned to it’s rightful spot, garbage was thrown out and recycling put downstairs, the dog got a bath, Chris got beer Corona), we had some ice cream and other bad food, and we hung out.
I was also kicked out of the house for a few hours while Chris worked. He spent many, many hours sorting, organizing, boxing etc while I sat in a Starbucks hard at work on a WordPress plugin. Rumble and Chris had walked me down, sat while we drank a cooling libation (sans alcohol of course) and then they went home.
At several points, we also went on many, many walks across the city, along the seawall etc to take full advantage of the fact that summer decided to return during our vacation! Woot!
We also wrote the email to Mikes Flooring expressing our displeasure in their installer’s lack of care. But that’s another post. A long other post.
Sometime in there, we also finally got to relax. As one is supposed to do on vacation. This made the dog happy as we stopped messing with him, moving things around etc. And he seems to like his new food!